Just do as a good marionette does…
..and it will all be over soon.
“Like I have a choice…”
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…But what will happen when the strings are cut loose? Will I collapse under my own weight or will my feet be able to bear my the weight that was taken from me for so long. Will I be able to walk off without my strings and find my own way after this?
Many questions, but for now my strings are still tied, my questions unanswered, every day I do my little dance, and bow when the curtain closes. Surrounded by darkness I get afraid once again of the questions that linger my mind. What will happen after my strings are cut, and I am once again.. free?
No…
Free I will never be, because there will always be puppeteers and there will always be strings no knife can cut.

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Just a vent drawing, but no worries people I am fine c: just worrying about school and stuff.